Menggu was very irritable. When he woke up, someone discovered that the prisoner who was escorted had escaped.

He kicked the report soldier away, went to the open space where the prisoners were originally placed, shook the small braid above his head, and walked around the fence without any trace of damage. Logically speaking, those who could be called masters took Huagong San, and the other small characters were also in shackles, and there was no possibility of running away silently.

So, how did these people escape? He frowned and looked at the guards who were fainting inside.

At this time, several masters who went out to look for traces also returned.

"How is it? Can you tell where they are running?" Menggu asked after taking advantage of his face.

One of the bald men in leather armor just shook their heads and replied after a while: "I searched ten miles in radius, but found nothing."

"What do Mr. Ge thinks?" Menggu turned to another thin old man.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I was puzzled by how they left the military camp. I only found some traces on the slopes on the south side. After that, they must have gone west. Unfortunately, we don't have falcons in this vast prairie, so I'm afraid we can't find it."

Since the two tracking masters under him had no clues, Menggu was helpless, looked at the sky, gritted his teeth and ordered the camp to be pulled out.

After more than 200 soldiers were busy for a while, the team continued to head north.

Sitting on the back of the horse, Menggu's brows were furrowing together. He carefully recalled what he saw and heard along the way, hoping to find a clue from it. Suddenly, a figure emerged from his mind.

"Can it be him?" he murmured.

Seeing this, Mr. Ge hurriedly asked, "Sir, what have you discovered?"

Menggu said uncertainly: "I kept wondering why they had to choose this place before they escape. If they had the ability to escape without knowing it, why not act in the town?"

"Maybe they are afraid of revealing their traces. Compared with the grassland, the towns are crowded with eyes."

"No." Meng Gu just shook his head: "The guard was knocked out, and there was no sound outside. It can be said that they acted meticulously. But the cold iron chain was broken and not something that low-level warriors could do. And the masters had taken Huagong Powder. Where did their antidote come from?"

"Someone answered or..." Old Ge raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized: "Is it that blind monk?"

"Hmph!" Menggu snorted coldly: "No matter whether it was him or not, I remember this person's appearance clearly. If he meets him again, he must be beautiful..."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Ah, no~" Yuan Xing sneezes a big way, then rubs his nose and mutters to himself, but he doesn't think much about it. He continues to run among the large army and is careful to guard against the arrival of the pursuers.

Since the Taoist priests of Xunzhen Temple left, several idle and implicated people left, leaving only five monks and Dou Zi'ang's family of three.

Yuanxing is a completely foreigner, and it is hard to tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. The five monk temples have been destroyed, and now he will use his magical powers as his backbone and will follow him if he lives or not. Dou Zi'ang and Sang Mengyu have nowhere to go.

After the last discussion, Yunzhou would definitely not be able to go back, so he had to continue to march westward. After leaving the grassland, he turned south to Liangzhou to settle down.

I was originally a little worried, afraid that the traces would be cleaned up and would be caught up with me, but I rushed for a while and there was no trace of pursuers behind me. The hearts that everyone was holding were completely lost.

It's already noon and it's time to have a meal.

For the sake of difficulties, yesterday, although Yuanxing and Sang Mengyu brought some dry food and jerky meat, this little thing was definitely not enough for so many people to eat.

Moreover, in order to avoid seeing it, they dared not raise a bonfire to grill wild game. In the end, Sang Mengyu's family of three had dried meat, and the remaining six bitter monks could only eat four steamed buns with some wild vegetables. Yuanxing contributed his treasured chili sauce, and everyone ate it sweetly. Yes, the amount was insufficient, but the taste and salt were absolutely not lacking.

I was in a hurry to go on the road before, and everyone had little communication. When I was free, Yuan Xing naturally had to ask the details of these five monks.

It turns out that they all came from a small temple called Yuanjue Temple in Yunzhou, and they were not considered sects in the martial arts world, so the most powerful of the five monks, Ke Fei, had just reached the third level. The rest were available and not allowed, and it is conceivable that the four of them could only barely be considered to be fist and kicking. The reason why they were in trouble was completely implicated. No wonder they had to follow Yuanxing. In fact, even if the five of them were tied together, they might not be the opponent of the robbers of the grassland. Yuanxing, who can use the magical power, became the most powerful masters in their eyes.

I am absolutely right, but I dare not call him a master. After listening to their story, Yuan Xing silently complained that the real master was pretending to be a little woman.

He looked at Sang Mengyu who was completely lying in Dou Zi'ang's arms and couldn't help but curl his lips secretly. The evil sect is an evil sect, regardless of secular etiquette. At least there are children and a group of monks. There is also Dou Zi'ang, it's okay if you are in modern times, but you didn't pay attention to it in ancient times? These love words are so sour, aren't you afraid of others listening to them?

I didn't eat enough food and my dog ​​food was stuffed all over. Who can I ask for advice?

He turned around and didn't want to pay attention to the couple who were ignorant. Unexpectedly, their kung fu had been showing enough love and began to talk about their experiences, but they didn't intend to hide it from others.

There is no need to listen deliberately, their conversation will not come to your ears.

"Mengyu, I'm sorry, the black scroll you asked me to keep was searched by the master."

"It's okay. If it weren't for that scroll, I wouldn't have received your news. I'm afraid I would have to thank you for that master."

"But after all, you have worked hard to get it, and I feel really sorry." Dou Zi'ang sighed repeatedly.

"What an enemy, I can't go back to Nixiang Pavilion after following you. It's useless to ask for that scroll. Anyway, it's just a black painting that no one can understand. No one can understand Amitabha Temple for many years, and it will be gone." Sang Mengyu comforted softly: "Why don't you think about our girl's name quickly. She is almost three years old and doesn't even have a big name. How can it be a joke?"

"Okay, I want to..."

Yuan Xing didn't have the heart to listen to it anymore. The scroll? The black painting? Why is this thing so familiar?

"Can it be the inheritance scroll again?" Jin Chan appeared.

"So what? Considering that the scroll has been in the hands of the government, it is useless to think too much." Yuan Xing sighed in his heart. Shi was destined. Although he heard Sang Mengyu say that he had taken something from Amitabha Temple on Earth that day, he didn't care. The scroll is no longer there, and the government cannot afford to offend him. It can be seen that he has no chance of thinking too much will only cause trouble. It would be better to think that there is no such thing.

Jin Chan may also think it makes sense, so she stopped talking about it.

Although everyone felt that the pursuers could not have been killed, they did not dare to take it lightly. After a short rest, they continued to rush on their way. It took another half a day. They went deep into the grassland and were on the border of Yunzhou. So by dusk, they had already seen the mountains ahead. According to Sang Mengyu, as long as they crossed the mountain, they would be the boundary of Liangzhou.

Just as Yuan Xing and others were looking for a place to stay overnight through the moonlight, Meng Gu and others set up camp.

Late at night, a south wind blew on the grassland. The strong wind blew the grass around and tilted, and dark clouds filled the sky, covering the moon.

The camp was originally silent, and suddenly there were screams coming from afar in the night sky. A group of birds flew up in shock. All the soldiers in the camp rushed out with weapons. Before they could find the place where the screams occurred, another howling came.

"Light the torch! Everyone gathered in the open space!" Menggu rushed out in his clothes, obviously already realizing something, and ordered with a serious expression.

The soldiers were well-trained, and within a moment, the entire camp became bright as daylight.

Menggu counted the number of people and saw that the soldiers were basically there, but the guards outside the camp did not return, so it was probably a lot of danger.

He was about to say something, but unexpectedly, soldiers in the team fell down one after another, and struggled for a few times before they stopped moving.

"Someone poisoned." Meng Gu's face changed, and he quickly took out his sabre and kept his mind on guard.

Unfortunately, he and a group of innate masters were not affected by drugs because of their profound skills, but the soldiers around him were in trouble and fell to the ground one after another. After a while, half of the soldiers fell to the ground and died.

"Despicable." He cursed, then shouted loudly: "Who Fang Xiaoxiao dared to plot against the imperial army?"

A light smile sounded, and under the reflection of the fire, two men and one woman finally appeared slowly. The woman's face was extremely beautiful, and she showed her charming figure against the tight white dress, and she looked charming while walking.

The two men behind him followed him step by step, both wearing black clothes, and the sword in his hands was still bleeding. Obviously, the two screams before were made by these two.

Menggu looked at a golden triangle pendant hanging from the woman's waist and sneered: "Ni Xiangge? You're so brave. Are you not afraid that the court will sweep your mountain gate?"

"Who can go out tonight? The court? Can the court ask the dead? "The woman swept her eyes in a seductive way, looked at the people in the field carefully, and then chuckled: "And, who said we only have three of us?" As she said that, she raised her white wrists lightly.

A man behind her quickly took out the whistle and put it in his mouth. After a sharp whistle sounded, there were whistles in all directions, one after another, and I don’t know how many people were ambushing around me.

"It seems you are ready..." Menggu's eyes shrank slightly, but before he could finish his words, he slashed his horse sabre in his hand and slashed behind him.

After a "bang" collision of weapons sounded, his saber slashed with a judge's pen.

"Ge Tiangao, it turns out that it is really the poison you have." Menggu cursed viciously: "The court is not bad to you, I trust you very much and I just ordered you to check the water source. I didn't expect you to become a traitor."

"Not thin?" The person holding the judge's pen was the thin old man who was called Ge Lao by Menggu during the day. A hint of mockery appeared on his wrinkled old face: "I am a man from Ni Xiangge, but not the dog slaves of you barbarians."

"Okay, now this guard commander is deeply poisoned. Why should Mr. Ge begrudge be too much for a dying person?" The woman in white spoke.

Old Ge seemed to respect her very much. He heard this and no longer entangled with Menggu. After a false move, he flew back to the woman and bowed: "Ge Tiangao has seen the left guardian."

The woman also replied, then stood up and looked at Menggu. Seeing his face becoming more pale under the flames, the cold sweat on his face was like rain, and he chuckled again: "Let's wait for them to get poisonous, so that they can avoid dirty hands." After a pause, he suddenly asked, "Since Mr. Ge has the whereabouts of the scroll, can he see Sang Mengyu?"

"No." Ge Lao shook his head and pondered: "I saw her legendary little lover, but unfortunately I was rescued last night."

"Oh? Could it be that Sang Mengyu took action?"

"I don't know if she is involved. This group of people went west, either to Liangzhou or to the outer wall of the Frontier."

"Hmph, I really want to see who actually hooked up the saint of this sect, which made her so fascinated that she dared to do something to betray the master." The woman snorted lightly, then looked at the remaining people in the camp, as if she had lost her patience for a moment, and waved her hand behind.

Immediately, dozens of shadows approached the camp, gradually entering the reflection of the fire.

"You will regret it." Menggu suddenly shouted, then made an incredible move. He clenched his left fist and suddenly hit the acupoint on his chest.

The woman in white changed her expression: "Not good." She jumped over and rushed over, but unfortunately she was too late to react in time.

Menggu didn't know what secret method he used, but his originally pale face suddenly turned rosy. His ruthless eyes glanced at the woman and Ge Lao, but he didn't say a word. His body suddenly jumped high backwards, and several people rose and fell out of the crowd. This movement was too fast and everyone around him could not react at all.

"Chasing." The woman gritted her teeth and shouted, and the white figure rushed out immediately afterwards.

Mr. Ge dared not hesitate and also used his light skills to keep up.

Only two men in black behind the woman were left behind. They looked at each other for a moment and walked towards the remaining soldiers step by step.

"Do not leave any one."

In this way, the masters of the Si Xiang Pavilion from the four outside raised their weapons and surrounded them, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.

Among them, there are nearly ten innate warriors who have been following Menggu, but they have been poisoned and have no means to save their lives in Menggu. Although they can barely resist for a while, the more they use their power, the faster the toxins flow throughout their bodies.

With a "thump", something rolled onto the ground, with unbearable abdominal pain and the soldiers who were full of despair felt wet on their faces. A master had fallen to the ground and turned into a headless corpse, flying into the air, and a stinking blood spurted out from the broken neck. A bloody rain formed, which poured them all over.
Chapter completed!